Sunday, March 26, 2017

Veiled Beauty...

Time will not decrease her beauty
Nor the years age or alter
For the sweetness of her face
Shall remain
And the grace with which she stands
Be etched in marble forever
For her loveliness has been captured
In a moment in time
She was once mortal
But she lives no more...
But I wonder, does she have a heart of stone?
Or does it still beat with love and passion
Within her marble facade
Does she long to be freed
From this pedestal on which she stands?
And one day should her true love arrive
Can she break free from her prison of stone
And walk hand in hand by his side...

Prose - Dianne Dawes - ♥
For dear C.B.
Image - Veiled Female Nude - Emilio Fiaschi - 1858 -1941 - Please Enlarge

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Finding My Way Back...

I feel sad that I have not been here
For I miss you one and all
Somehow the words escape me
I have lost them along the way
I'm having trouble finding my way back
To the place where my words left off 
I look for the rays of sunshine
Glowing faintly up ahead
If I can just reach out and touch them
Perhaps I will find myself again ...

Prose - Dianne Dawes -
Image - Wallpaper - dandelion-field-sunset